3 comments/ 6257 views/ 17 favorites Ultragirl Ch. 01 By: OmnislashXX Chapter 1 - Fresh Klaxon sounds of alarms roared with ferocity as smoke poured from the entrance of a white marbled two story building. Police cars had swarmed the area, blocking off the sidewalks and streets, their sirens sounding off in accompaniment to the building's wailing. The police had their weapons Un-holstered and pointed at the entrance, keeping the police vehicles in between them and the smoking bank, the dashboards and open car doors becoming makeshift shields. Another marked police car pulled up as the passenger side door swung open. A tall, balding man wearing a neatly decorated blue police uniform emerged from the passenger's side, standing tall beside the car door. He surveyed the scene. The white marble slabbed steps leading up to the bank's main entrance was clear, but the smoke around the glass entrance doors concealed any view of the inside. Three marked police cars encircled the foot of the steps, which several uniformed officers hid behind. "We can't approach the bank, chief," a patrolman informed as he trotted over towards the new arrival, "they've got hostages in there." The gray mustached man, known to Metrotown as Chief Barkley, nodded curtly and then started to give orders. "Expand this blockade. Get those onlookers cleared from the streets," he ordered as he pointed at the crowd of people standing on the opposite sidewalk and then flickered his attention to some of the other buildings sharing the block," I want SWAT dispatched. And get some snipers on the rooftops!" The patrolmen set about their tasks as a dark skinned man wearing a charcoal gray suit approached the Chief. "What do we have Jerry?" asked Barkley, motioning to the approaching man. Lieutenant Jerry explained the situation. Three men and a woman, all wearing combat fatigues, had entered the Second Metrotown Bank and promptly began holding the place up, with no disregard for stealth. The bank alarms had alerted the police within minutes. As the officers approached the entrance however, a very large muscular man with a chain gun appeared at the doorway and pockmarked the sidewalk, forcing the police to retreat back to their cars. "Between their firepower and the hostages inside, we have no room to advance right now," Jerry informed. It was then that very large rhythmic sounds was heard overhead. The police diverted their attention up at the sky, watching as a green military chopper darted from the skyline of several rooftops and cruised into view. As it started to circle around the back of the bank, a large rail-gun mounted on it's side was aimed down at the officers by yet another man in military camouflage fatigues. "Get down!" yelled Barkley as reached out, grabbing hold of his lieutenant's shoulders to pull him to the ground with him. A great hail of bullets rained down onto the sidewalk, chewing up chunks of concrete while pounding at the metallic sides of the police vehicles. Glass from the windshields exploded, the plastic lights on top of the cars shredded, while some of the police sirens were cut off. A great deal of yelling emanated from the street as some of the officers were hit by the hail of bullets, while their colleagues worked to pull them out of the line of fire. The chopper aligned itself over top of the bank, then began to descend to the rooftop all while the gun turret kept firing. Then as the chained gunfire ceased, the chopper's rails touched down. As the police regrouped behind their cars, they could only watch helplessly as a small explosion of fire rang out from atop the building, emitting a dark black smoke that enveloped around the chopper and obscured it from view. Hollering and shouts, caused by several people on the roof continued on into the next minute. Then as the smoke started to clear, the bird began to ascend, it's heavy rotating blades blowing the smoke outward over the rooftop edge, the green metal frame emerging from the clouded ball. "No! We can't let them escape," yelled Jerry as he lay on the ground. He pointed his handgun as the helicopter, but it had already traveled over the skyline of the neighboring redbrick building. "Follow it!," yelled the Chief, "Where is OUR chopper?" "Sir. Look!" a patrolman pointed at the sky. They all craned their necks upwards to where the officer's finger was pointing, watching as a blue and gold blur streaked across the sky. It swerved into a large arching curve toward the direction of the military chopper and like a torpedo, rushed to meet it. The Chief felt a small grin tug at the points of his mouth. "Hah. That was flawless," yelled a big muscular blonde man as he took a seat on a green bench anchored to the inside wall of the helicopter. He took a look outside of the wide open platform door next to him, observing as the landscape of streets, rooftops and cars moved beneath. "We're not clear yet," warned a tan skinned man with a black mustache and goatee. He spoke with a Spanish accent. He was gripping a very frightened young man by his wrist. Pulling him toward a seat on the chopper, he then pushed him down onto the bench, ordering the man to stay still and keep quiet. Then he scanned about the inside of the helicopter, pausing to grin at each his comrades. They had just netted a huge haul. Millions; Maybe even a billion in cash money sat in huge burlap sacks at his feet. Even between the six of them, there would be more then enough for all of them to be sitting pretty after this daring theft. "We need to get this bird on the ground. How long to the strip Nico?," the Spaniard man questioned, his head turning toward the chopper pilot. "Not long Escobar," called the gruff looking Serbian pilot," We just need to clear the harbor and we should be home free." Several silent seconds passed, giving Escobar time to glance at the slender short haired brunette woman. She gave him an intense squared smile. Knowingly smiling back with grungy teeth, he pulled his attention toward the hostage seated on the bench next to his knee. The hostage was neatly dressed, wearing navy blue khakis and a buttoned down dress shirt. The hostage's short brown hair was a bit disheveled and he looked down at his dress shoes through his gold framed round spectacles. "That looks expensive," smirked Escobar as his hand wrapped around the man's glasses and lifted them from his nose. The young hostage jerked and instinctively tried to grab back his property, but Escobar pushed him back down by his shoulder and threatened for him not to move. There was a sudden bit of turbulence and then the chopper gave a sharp jerk. Everyone who had been standing was thrown onto the chopper's metal floor, the hostage being tossed forward from from the bench. The vehicle complained with a great whining noise as the thieves braced themselves, struggling to get back on their feet. "What the hell," yelled the big muscular man, pulling himself to his knees. "We've... stopped... we're... not moving!," shouted the Serbian pilot, his instruments giving off beeping warnings. One of the robbers, a dark skinned man with dreadlocks and a gold tooth, steadily leaned out of the chopper's opening to look about the outside. As he turned his head to inspect the tail, he was startled when he realized that an athletic looking blonde girl, wearing blue skin forming tights, a gold skirt and white boots hovering in midair mere inches from his face. Her right hand was embedded in the metal of the chopper and it was her hand that unbelievably kept the vehicle from moving. "Going down?," She smiled at him, wrapping her free hand onto his military vest to casually pull him from the chopper. He yelled as he front flipped outward, fell through the air and landed with a great splash into the bay waters underneath. "Charles!," called out Escobar as everyone inside the chopper snapped their attention to the chopper opening. The muscle bound man, slid his chain gun from his back and readied it. Escobar drew his own pistol as a shaggy white haired man did the same and the thin hard looking woman took a few steps backward toward the rear bay of the chopper. The hostage gripped the side of the bench to steady himself and as he scanned about the area. Noticing that Escobar had dropped his glasses, he reached over to pick them up off the floor. While lifting himself back up to the bench, he replaced them back over his eyes. The engine whirred and complained as Nico flipped switches and moved the stick, but the chopper refused to react. In fact, it was moving completely sideways! "Check outside!," Escobar shouted orders. The thin older gentleman ran thick greasy fingers through his shaggy white hair and full bearded face as he stepped over to the other side entrance of the chopper and hopped into the seat of the mounted rail-gun. He aimed the rail-gun in every direction but only saw the water of the bay pushing slowly underneath them and a pier for a warehouse along the coast. "There's nothing out here!" he barked as his gun swiveled to and fro," Check the other side Hans!" The muscular man with the chain gun approached the opposite platform of the chopper and cautiously looked out the side that Charles had fell out of. He blinked as he turned his head, quickly taking in the same sight as his comrade. The athletic girl smiled at him as her fists rested against the chopper, slowly pushing it toward the city's coastline. Hans however recovered faster from the shock of seeing the golden caped girl and jerked backwards. "It's a damn superhero!" he growled as he gripped the chain gun and pressed a button. The cylinder of the gun started to spin with a whine as he planted his foot onto the door frame, then aimed it at the young blonde. Seconds later bullets erupted from the end, peppering the outside green metal of the chopper. The blonde hero released the chopper's hull and sharply shot upwards into the sky under her own power. Her sudden release of the chopper made it lurch forward, causing Hans' boot to slip off the door frame. He managed to spin toward the inside, gripping hold of a rope hooked to the wall, his feet spreadeagled out the door. Everyone else had once again been thrown from their feet toward the cockpit, the hostage having been rolled from the bench once more and the bags of money sliding a few inches. "You trying to kill us haus?!" Escobar growled at Hans as he lifted himself to his feet once more. Nico worked feverishly to right the chopper while yelling obscenities," Don't shoot the fucking chopper!" Richard, the man on the chopper's rail-gun shouted," Turn about counterclockwise!" Nico yelled more obscenities as he tilted the chopper toward the left. Richard aimed the gun upwards and started to fire at a blue and gold colored ball streaking toward them from above. The colorful ball diverted sharply downwards toward the water, then right before plunging into the drink, shot towards the chopper, parallel to the water. The bullets from the gun sent white plumes of water to burst up from the ocean alongside the flying girl, as she arched along toward the backside of the aircraft, zooming past. Hans pulled himself back up onto the platform, readying his gun as he moved into a sitting position. The streak flew just below him and he released a volley, spraying the water below her. Then she banked into a hard right, once again flying beneath the chopper. "Below us!," informed Hans loudly. "I don't like your guns," came a sweet young feminine voice. They all realized that the person speaking was that of hovering girl, who was now mere inches from Richard's gun turret. Richard pressed the switch to fire but the girl lifted her waist a few inches into the air and leaned a huge left punch into the rail-gun's frame, puncturing the metal and rendering it inoperable. Then she placed her right hand on the other side of the gun, dug her fingers into the metal and pulled, wrenching the entire contraption from it's base. She flipped the metallic gun over her head and tossed it like it was a basketball into the water. Richard was rolled backwards from the chair, landing onto his back as the girl placed her white booted feet onto the chopper platform. Eyes traveled to the shin length white boots, then upwards to creamy pink round shins connected to soft round knees and curvy symmetrical thighs. These traveled upwards into a golden waist long pleated skirt. Blue tights emerged from the top of her skirt's hemline, traveling up her torso across the front of her stomach to around her back, conforming neatly against perfectly round baseball sized breasts and slim shaped shoulders. Peach cream colored arms emerged from the seams slightly below her shoulders, where soft muscles curved toward her elbow and then again to her wrists, meeting small petite hands. A small golden thread traced the outline of her neck, where a small golden cape flowed down to the small of her back. Atop the middle of her breasts lay a large golden "U" atop a perfectly shaped circle. Her hair was a long golden blonde, complimenting the bright red headband that she wore atop her head from ear to ear. Her face was young and petite, full of energy and she wore a smile that seemed as if it would be impossible to erase. "U-Ultragirl," stuttered the hostage as he fixed his glasses to his face so as to get a better look at the heroine. "Who?," Escobar turned to look down at the hostage as if in confirmation. "Wow," her attention turned toward the shaken young man laying parallel to the bench," You mean someone knows who I actually am?" The young man locked eyes with the girl, giving her a slight confirming nod. Escobar snapped his attention back toward the heroine and pointed his gun at her. "I've seen the papers. You. You're Ultraguy's new young wannabee follower." "HEEY!," She pouted, glancing toward him, "I'll have you know, I'm way better then HE is. I bet it'll take me at least 30 seconds less to beat you all!" With that Hans pointed his chain-gun at the heroine, but she lifted up off her feet again, jetting through the compartment in midair. She hooked her left hand around his waist before flying out through the exit, carrying him out with her. The impact caused him to fire his chain gun again, this time spraying errant bullets into the chopper blades. Sparks emitted from the rotors as one of the blades broke loose. The chopper started to spin violently. Nico tried desperately to gain control again, doing all he could do to keep the chopper level. Then before they all realized it, Ultragirl had flown back into the chopper. Richard dove for her, but she just jumped, floating above him, taking hold of his shoulder before vertically slamming him down hard onto the floor. As he groaned from the pain, the woman then unsheathed a knife from her belt, took a few steps toward her from the back of the helicopter bay and plunged it into the side of Ultragirl's waist. There was the the sound of a snap, the knife's blade completely breaking from the hilt to clatter onto the metallic floor. The woman stepped back with a gasping breath, holding up the handle of the now completely broken weapon as Ultragirl swiveled upon her boot to smile at her knowingly. "That was pretty dumb," she laughed as she brought a flat handed slap against the girl's cheek which knocked her completely out. "Damn you!" Escobar growled as he fired his revolver into Ultragirl. He was dumbfounded however when the bullets just ricocheted off, leaving only small round holes on her neatly blue tights. "That doesn't work on me," Ultragirl simply smiled, "So why don't you just give up?" Escobar eyes went wild, knowing that his theft had been foiled at the hands of this young girl. Desperate, he looked around for escape and noticed the young hostage huddled on the floor by the bench. "Oh yeah?," Escobar madly exclaimed, now turning his gun toward the man at his left boot. He kept his eyes on Ultragirl as he knelt down to pull the hostage up by his shirt collar, forcing the man into a standing position. The hostage's face reflected a building panic. "Yeah? Well what about him? I bet he can't take a bullet." Ultragirl's smile slide from her face but she did not advance. Escobar inched his way toward the chopper opening, the cylinder of his gun barrel resting against the young man's temple. The heroine and thief stared each other down intensely as the hostage watched the poised Ultragirl. A sudden jolt of the aircraft occurred, causing Escobar to almost loose his balance. Nico, upon seeing his opportunity, opened the cockpit door and dove out of the helicopter. The helicopter went into a harsh tailspin, which caused Escobar to slip. As he started falling, he drew the hostage along with him. A split second of him raising his gun was enough however as his wrist suddenly tightened with pain. The grip of the girl's fingers forced him to release his handhold on the revolver. Effortlessly she pulled him towards her by his wrist and then smacked him across the jaw with an open right handed fist. Escobar slumped to the floor like he was a pile of jelly. The chopper started to turn over on it's side as the water quickly rushed to meet them. The young hostage scrambled around but then suddenly felt himself being lifted. "Time to abandon ship," he heard Ultragirl girl say to him and when he turned his head toward her, she quickly smiled at him. With that he felt as if he was floating toward the door of the chopper. He zoomed past the platform in a flash as the scenery changed into open air. Water was beneath him amid a backdrop of large concrete skyscrapers and a large golden bridge to his right. He gripped onto anything that he could, which to him felt like soft cotton. "Relax," she calmly spoke," I've got you. Ok?" He realized Ultragirl's right arm had encircled around his torso and that his legs, while left dangling were being forced straight back due to the velocity of which they were traveling. His muscles slackened as all of his energy seeped out, knowing that Ultragirl was in full control. A rush of adrenaline as the surroundings seemed to move about him, while he himself was perfectly still. 'So this is what it's like to fly', he thought as the air smacked him in the face. He turned his head up to look over at her eyes and saw them focused outward, concentrating on where she was going. He was able to take in her very slender jawline, her smooth white cheeks and soft pink lips. His eyes darted downwards along her neck and then upon the bright blue fibers of her tights to the Gold "U" written across the front. Her tights sank against her breasts, revealing to him their perfect round shape as they moved slightly each time she took a breath or shifted direction. Again he looked up toward her face and found that she looking directly at him. He swallowed. Ultragirl. He had seen a few pictures of her online ever since she had appeared on the scene two months ago. She was still a relatively new heroine that not many knew much about, except for the fact that she often accompanied Ultraguy, Metrotown's premier Super Vigilante slash Hero. Admit-tingly, his initial reaction to the first picture he had seen of her was how surprisingly cute she was. He never considered though that he would ever get to meet her, let alone be rescued by her. As nerve wracking as the previous events had been, with him being pushed by armed thugs and having guns shoved into his face, he could not focus on that now. Being this close, having her arm around his waist, feeling the warmness of her body pressed against his side was starting to make him sweat. He chanced another look at her face again. Small round nose. Intense blue eyes. Round soft earlobes. Pink curvy lips. Cute. "Are you alright?,' she asked. Ultragirl Ch. 01 "Huh?" he stuttered," Oh. Yes. Sorry." "About what?," she giggled a little and then continued," You've been through the wringer and I bet you've never flown like this!" He tried to give out a nervous laugh but all he could manage was a nod. She turned her attention to the shoreline again as he took the opportunity to glance at her U symbol. His eyes focused on how her roundly shaped baseball sized breasts swayed against the blue cotton. His waist suddenly was becoming uncomfortable, as if a big long snake was starting to uncoil. So close to her. So close to them. He shook his head. Those things weren't something he should think about. She had rescued him from an unknown fate and was now innocently escorting him to safety. There was no good reason he should be ogling her breasts. But he knew that deep down inside, that he really wanted to. There were things that he really liked. Things he absolutely wanted to do. Things he wanted to touch. He became aware of how he was pressed against her, how her arm simply held him aloft. She had allowed his left arm to drape across her back as a way to hold on for support. They were nearing a pier jetting out into the bay and the thought of the flight almost being over made his mind speak of a devilish plan. He peered at her once more and then down at those soft jiggling orbs. His Johnson stretched out further. His heart beat faster. He'd probably never get this chance again. He knew he really shouldn't do this. But no. He could not resist chancing it. His left arm was still draped around her back, his hand clenching her left waist. He commanded his fingers to move upwards along her side. Slowly. Slowly. They were creeping along her tights. His eyes darted toward her face and the shoreline, making sure she wouldn't notice and that he had enough time. His fingertips were sliding across her tights and began to round toward the front. They reached just underneath the curved perimeter of her breast. He felt his stomach heave with anticipation, his manhood telling him to do it. He swallowed hard, sliding him palm upward. Then he pressed his fingertips onto her tights, resting them on the side of her left breast. His thumb circled around to top part of her breast. Fingers wiggled onto her tights as the flesh of her breast gave way to his exploring tips. Ultragirl's eyes widened as she felt something tickling her flesh. She looked down at herself to see the man's fingers sinking comfortably into her breast. He brought his middle and forefinger together, trapping her nipple between them. Her uniform squeezed against it, as his fingers rocked back and forth. The vibration caused her nipple to itch. Blushing, she jerked her head to look at the man's face. He was staring at their destination through his gold rimmed glasses. "HEY!" she stopped short to hover in midair, the inertia almost causing him to be thrown off. "Whoa!" he yelped, quickly releasing her breast to grab onto her shoulder for support. She gave him an angry stare with cheeks brightly flushed," What are you doing?! You just... you touched my..." "Huh?!" he stammered, looking up at her eyes innocently. "I should drop you into the ocean!," she angrily boomed, glaring down at him. "I didn't mean. I don't know where my hands were.I mean." he stuttered with pleading eyes. Her angry and embarrassed look flashed away, turning into that of a more suspicious one. "I don't know what I'm doing," he said with a bit more confidence," I'm just trying to hold on here." She hovered in the air for a brief moment, watching him as he clung to her shoulders. Her expression grew softer. "Oh. Well. I guess I can't fault you. I mean we are flying right?" she spoke more softly as if trying to look for a reason. Slowly she wafted down toward the pier. "Yeah. I'm sorry," he apologized, "I'll be more careful." She gave him an accepting nod as she continued to descend downward, his arms wrapped around her torso. He was careful to keep his hands in safe areas, but the soft sensations would not leave his mind. 'I want to touch it again,' he thought. Then he shook his head. "I, uhm, want to thank you for saving me," He found himself speaking, trying to become friendly with her again," It was pretty brave of you to fight those guys." She smiled at him, still trying to fight off the sensation she was feeling on the tip of her nipple. It was still tingling as it slid against her tights. "All in a day's work for Ultragirl." A light tap told him the flight had concluded and he found his feet atop solid ground again. It was then that he let go of her and a sudden dizziness took effect. He flopped to the ground as his legs gave way out from under him. "Oops," Ultragirl giggled as she watched him tumble over," I forgot that normal people have such a hard time keeping their balance after flying for the first time." He looked up at Ultragirl. She was standing over him, bent over, offering her right hand to him. His eyes darted to her outstretched hand and then to her silky white thighs that crept underneath the seam of her bronze gold skirt. Closing his eyes, he accepted her strangely soft hand and then just as quickly experienced the power within her, as he was uncontrollably pulled up to his feet. He opened his eyes to got his bearings. It was then that he really got to see her clearly. Ultragirl was just about as tall as he was. Her uniform was sleek and clean with the exception of the bullet holes. Her flat soled boots were bright white and her golden hair and cape flapped in the breeze. "What's you name?" She asked him. "I'm Kevin," he responded. "That's a nice name," she smiled, then glanced at the hand he had used to touch her, "You should wait here for the police. I'm sure they'll do whatever job it is they're supposed to do." She started to turn, making way to leave. "Wait. Uhm," he spoke out, trying to find a reason to keep her there. She watched him as he struggled to find the words. Despite his disheveled appearance, she judged him to be quite handsome of a man. He didn't have much muscle on him and had a round shaped face. But he was lean, his glasses complimenting his brown eyes and bowl cut brown hair. The top three buttons on his shirt had been ripped off, revealing a dirtied white undershirt. "Well. You're new on the scene right? That new super-heroine I've seen on T.V.?" he asked. She gave him a grin and shook her head, "I've been in the city, learning how to do this for about two months. It's really fun! I love finally being able to fight against evil." There was a small silence. "I'm surprised though," she continued," Not many people know who I am yet." Kevin swallowed, simply saying," I keep up." Kevin watched her. From this position he examined every curve of her face and every feature of her body. He could not keep his eyes from switching from her face to the "U" on her chest. Her eyes were an intense blue and they made him nervous. Her soft mounds underneath rolled as she moved and the tights did little to stop them from doing so. She wore her white boots well and her thighs, so soft and warm looking, tantalized him as they crept up, lightly brushing against each other as they dove under her frilly gold pleated skirt. As he thought about more about what he might like to say, a large whooshing sound interrupted the silence overhead and the pair of them diverted their attention toward it. A bright blue and gold form seemed to be hurtling toward their direction. "Ah no," Ultragirl sighed, putting a hand to her forehead," here we go." The blur touched down, causing a brief squall of air to rush forward, kicking up dirt. As the dust settled, Kevin found that he was staring at the form of a rather tall, muscular, blonde man. His outfit consisted of blue tights covering his chest, legs, and arms down to his wrists. Atop his waist he sported a pair of golden briefs, white shin high boots and a long golden cape that traveled down to the back of his legs. A gold "U" resting atop a perfect circle adorned his chest. Kevin had always grown up hearing stories about Ultraguy. He was one of the most famous superheroes on the planet itself and it was well known that he called Metrotown his home. One of the first Superheroes, he emerged on the scene roughly sixty years ago. But although Kevin had lived in Metrotown for all of his twenty years of existence, the only times he had every really seen him were a few brief moments as he hurtled across the town skyline. Being this close to him now, Kevin thought that didn't even look a day over thirty. Ultraguy was usually smiling in the pictures that were taken of him, save for the times when photographers managed to take some sensational photos of him when fighting crime. But this time, he wore a very serious expression as his furrowed brow locked onto the younger and more feminine version of himself. "Well, I'm glad you rescued the hostage," Ultraguy spoke with a clear authoritative voice as he eyed Kevin for a brief moment before returning his gaze to Ultragirl, "But that was very careless of you to rush headlong into that situation on your own." "Can't you just say I did a good job?!," Ultragirl turned toward Guy, all the while clenching her fists," I stopped them all, didn't I?!" "Good job?! You nearly killed them!," Ultraguy's voice went up a notch as he folded his arms," If I hadn't rescued those thieves you left stranded in that helicopter, they would have drowned!" Ultragirl went to say something, but she had no response. Instead her eyes glanced down to her feet, her head sinking a notch. "On top of that, you almost got the citizen killed. I've told you before to rescue the hostages first, then stop the villains," he continued to lecture. Kevin just stood there silently. What could he do? Two superheroes were busy arguing in front of him. But as Ultragirl turned her back to him to give Ultraguy her undivided attention, he caught sight as of her pleated skirt swaying in the breeze. Kevin's eyes focused on the back of her thighs and the crease of her knees. How the hairless skin traveled ever upwards, the meat of her thighs perfectly rounded. They increased in circumference as they continued towards her hemline. His fingers started to tingle, wondering what it felt like to touch them. A hardening crept up between his legs. "What does it matter?! Everything all ended up OK anyway!," she shouted back, waving her hands. Kevin's eyes, still locked onto her creamy thighs, traced them as they curved inward to meet each other. They slowly crept upwards until the seam of her skirt obscured any more view of them. Her slight wave caused a breeze however and a slight ruffling caused the hem to flip upwards. His manhood was thickening more as he focused his eyes intently, the hem of her skirt rising up just high enough for him to see her left inner thigh meet a crease of blue tights. As the wind caused her skirt's hem to stay up, he took the time to trace the blue seam rising up in a "V" shape. As her thigh curved toward the outside, a small creasing border of flesh ran out from the blue hem diagonally, while a curved mound of flesh started to arch into her tights. He watched as the skirt flipped with the breeze, momentarily allowing him brief glimpses of her rear that had peeked out from under her tights. He thought about fingers touching her there. "Only because I happened to get here in time," Ultraguy finished. "ooohhh," Ultragirl fumed,"It's always about you!" "I want you to head back to Legion Headquarters. We'll speak more about this there," Ultraguy ordered. "B-but. I'm still on patrol!," she clamored back," a-and..." She gave Kevin a desperate look. "I promised that I would take him back to his house," she lied. Kevin's adrenaline suddenly shot up through him. The idea of her escorting him home was an uncomfortable one. He couldn't fathom showing a girl, let alone a super-heroine, around that place. "The police will take care of him," Ultraguy shook his head sharply," Now get back to headquarters. I'm sure Jaina will want to have a word with you as well." "oohh. Gawd, I hate you!," She roared, as she grit her teeth, stomping her boot into the ground to leave a cratered print in the wood. Then with a great breeze, she zipped up into the air in a bright blue and gold blur. Kevin watched as she disappeared above the skyscrapers. Blinking, he realized that he was now standing on the pier with Ultraguy. The hero had taken a few moments to watch the young girl retreat into the sky. Now he looked upon Kevin, taking a few steps toward him until he was towering over. He was about a foot higher in height and his tights revealed a very muscled physique. The sound of sirens, though faint could be heard. "The police are on their way," he spoke to Kevin, his facial features never once turning from serious," I trust you will be fine?" "Yes sir,"Kevin nervously responded with a respectful nod. There was a great rush of air and he found himself to be standing on the pier quite alone. Left to his thoughts, he pondered the days events. He had seen the barrel of a gun pointed at him, had his life flash before him. He had met a pair of superheroes and had even talked to them. It was a story that was almost too fantastic to be real and he knew that nobody at his college would believe it. Death had almost visited him today, but somehow that thought was little in comparison to remembering of how he had been so close to Ultragirl. The pictures of her in the newspapers and online just hadn't done her any justice. To be so near to her, carried by her as they swept across the sky. He closed his eyes, clenching his left hand. He still could remember the softness of her tights, her warmness, how the skin underneath had sucked in his fingertips. The sides of his index and middle finger still told of the lump that had nudged against them underneath that cotton. He swallowed as his retreating hardness suddenly surged anew. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ultragirl was bored. On the wall before her were a dozen rows of six, thirty two inch monitors each, flashing different views of cities and countrysides. Some of them were showing pictures of important buildings around the world, such as the front of the United States White House and the Parliament building in England. There were several screens focused on the goings on in sleek industrial Metrotown as well as it's far less reputable sister city of Shadow-haven. There was even a monitor depicting Earth from somewhere in space. Even with all of this, Ultragirl slumped against the armrest of a black leather padded metallic chair, draped her knees over it's twin and tried to focus on her fashion magazine. The room was quiet with the exception of the low humming of the air conditioner which allowed her mind to ponder recent events. She delved the pages of her magazine, trying to learn about the latest wardrobes women were wearing these days, though she could not concentrate on the words. Visions of her argument with Ultraguy continually bounced around in her brain. Why couldn't he admit that she had done just fine without him? True, she should have gone back and picked those villains out of the water. Also true, she should have focused on rescuing the hostage first. But she had taken care of the situation anyway. It hadn't been her fault that her dad had been so late getting there. She shifted in her chair a little. Besides, the experience had been intense. Flying through the air, dodging gunfire. Being hit by knives and bullets, just laughing off the tickling sensations. Punching metal and slapping people who deserved it. Grabbing the hostage close and watching him squirm as he realized that he was flying with her. That sensation of something suddenly resting against her chest, the feeling of fingers pushing into her breast and nudging the nipple beneath her tights. She felt a twinge of embarrassment rush over her. Her skin got briefly hot and her nipples started to tingle. She unconsciously nudged her thighs against each other. Why did she think of that? And why was she feeling this way when the memory came to her? She was starting to feel sweaty under her tights and the fabric brushing against her nipples was causing them to itch. A tingling feeling crept around the crease of her rear , inwardly traveling toward the center. Her left hand moved as the memory of fingers prodding her tip kept on replaying. Her thighs were squeezing against each other as she brought her left finger down to lightly tap the front of her skirt. A bright gray door behind her automatically opened with a soft swishing noise. Ultragirl blinked away her thoughts as she glanced up from the magazine she remembered that she was still holding, then around the back of her chair to see a young woman and man at the entrance. "Stuck you with monitor duty huh?" commented the caramel skinned girl in a medium high voice as heavily booted feet crossed the threshold into the room. She had shoulder length black hair, that ran out around a purple triangular pointed mask she wore atop her eyes. A sleek black latex outfit covered her torso from her neck down to her upper thighs, rounding all the way around her shoulders, down her arms to the end of her wrists. Deep purple fishnets covered her legs, between the black latex and shiny sleek knee high combat boots. Purple shoulder and elbow guards atop the black leather latex finished her attire, along with a purple belt she wore at her hips. Ultragirl sighed, tossing her magazine to the floor," Of course he did." The light brown haired man, young with his pale white facial features and slim in build, shook his head side to side and gave her a smirk. Ultragirl narrowed her eyes at him from her position, while taking in his light green and white costume. He wore a similar style to Ultraguy, with white briefs, gloves and boots over top the light green tights that adhered to all of his masculine features. A white design on the flat of his chest resembling a vertical "AA" battery finished his costume, with the exception of two green diamond shapes that formed into a mask around his eyes. "What?" she narrowed her eyebrows at him," You think it's funny Recharge?" He put a white gloved hand up to his mouth, in order to suppress his laugh, though he could not help let loose a chuckle," No, no. It's just that the whole base could hear your argument." "No surprise there," Ultragirl sighed again, then shifted her legs off the armrest to assume a proper sitting position. She swiveled the metal chair around atop it's cylinder base that was permanently mounted on the sleek shiny aluminum floor then crossed her thighs together. "They treat me like a damn teenager. Like I don't know anything!," Ultragirl pouted, raising her hands to the roof. "Aren't you though? You look like a high school senior." asked the black haired girl. "I'm twenty-SEVEN, I'll have you know!" Ultragirl pointed at her fellow super-heroine with emphasis," It's just that us Garleans have a longer life span." "You mean that you take a longer time to grow up," smirked the black latex girl as she placed the backs of her hands onto her hips. "Oh, WHATEVER, Thrasher," Ultragirl retorted as she animatedly rolled her eyes. "Is that why your Dad looks the way he does?," Recharge cut in," He's at least sixty years old right? It's almost not fair, him being the strongest person on earth, the leader of the Legion AND keeping his youthful good looks." Ultragirl's face this time curled into a smile of her own as she leaned her head back on the leather cushion of the chair and laughed out loud. "Sure, sure," she responded after she found her voice," and with all of that, it's still a wonder how he ever found time to marry, much less date, my Mom." Ultragirl Ch. 01 "I know he's a hard ass, Ultra, but he does mean well," commented Thrasher as she slipped down into another one of the metallic chairs. "I know, I know," Ultragirl shook her head while waving her hands," I just wish he could trust me more. All I've wanted to be while I was growing up was to become a hero like him. But he wouldn't let me do it unless I learned how to fight and use my powers properly. So, I worked hard all those years in Skylaria, like he asked me to. I didn't get to go to a normal school. I grew up there, learning how to use my powers, until Warmaiden became satisfied that I was ready. But he still won't let me try without supervision. To the Legion, I'm still just a young inexperienced sidekick. So, I'm stuck, having to wait until he's able to let me patrol with him or Warmaiden." "Well, you are still new to it all, right?" asked Recharge," Just give it time." "I don't want to 'just give it time'," Ultragirl's face flared heatedly." Months, years of my life just go by. But nothing changes." Heck, he won't even let me do normal things. Like try out some of these fashions," she breathed, pointing at discarded magazine," Or let me try drinking a can of beer. I want to go out on date!" Recharge scratched his cheek, scanning Ultragirl as she ranted. His eyes darted away from her face, down to her crossed thighs and then slowly up to the hem of her gold skirt. The front of it was just high enough to reveal a bit of blue tights covering the section above her thighs. He followed the hem of the gold skirt as it slink along her skin until meeting the chair, then traced the outline of her upper thigh that pushed down on the leather chair. He realized then what he was doing and quickly darted his eyes. "Is that so, huh?," his voice lowly coughed out. "What? You've never dated?!," Thrasher gripped the armrests, pulling back in surprise, "But you're twenty seven. That makes no sense!" "That's what I mean. I'm treated like a kid!," Ultragirl fumed. "Well even so," Thrasher trailed. "I'm a twenty-seven year old college girl, enrolled in her first year, with superhuman strength, unbreakable skin and bones, the ability to fly and I can shoot lasers from my eyes," Ultragirl vehemently listed, pointing toward her own eyeballs for emphasis. "But you can't date," Thrasher mused. "Nope," Ultragirl shook her head, her long blonde hair swaying against her shoulder. "So you've never," Thrasher asked curiously. "Never what?" Ultragirl questioned back. Recharge perked up his hearing and scanned both Thrasher and Ultragirl. This conversation was starting to take a turn that was making him uncomfortable. "Been with a guy," she finished her question. Ultragirl noticeably flushed at her cheeks and shook her head no. "Not even kissed?" Thrasher continued her interrogation. Recharge shifted his stance. Ultragirl also shifted a little, uncrossing her legs to place her palms down on her gold pleated skirt. She turned her head away from Thrasher, instead giving Recharge a glance. She realized that he wore his uniform very tightly and that his physique spoke from underneath the green tights. She eyed his waist for a brief second before answering. "I spent fifteen years in Skylaria. They don't have men there," Ultragirl flatly informed as she tightened her palms. "Wow" Thrasher silently worded. Memories of Skylaria flooded into vision. The only man she had ever seen in the years she spent in the sky city had been her Dad. It was a law in Skylaria that no men could enter there, unless they gained the favor of the Warrior Queen which was a very rare occurrence. The golden armored warriors of the clouds spoke nothing about genders, sexuality or romance. They were only interested in the art of practicing for battle. So it had been a shock for Ultragirl to finally come home to the city and see so many men again. At first, she had thought it strange at how much she had grown interested in the shape of their physique. Her curious mind had begun to wonder what a man looked like - naked. But as she had more of a desire to start her career as a hero, she had put those thoughts to the back of her mind. The memory of her breast being fingered again crept into her brain. She had spent many years training to throw and receive blows in that distant land. The experience of being punched, kicked and slammed while training was nothing new- she had grown used to that feeling. There were many friends too that she had gained through the years and she remembered all the soft hugs she would receive time after time. There were moments when she was even bathed by the Duchess's maids. She had never once become aroused having those women touch her with soap and sponges. But remembering how those rough fingernails touched her, sinking into her skin, nudging against her tip. "It is just as well," another woman's voice broke through her trance. Everyone turned their attention toward the doorway to see a very tall honey blonde woman walking into the room. A large pair of white fluffy wings spread out from her naked back, filling the whole of the entrance. She wore a golden metal breastplate with silver trim, that strategically rounded around each of the tops of her large melon sized breasts, dipping into her cleavage. The armor ran down her sides to her waist, whereupon it branched out at her sides. White cloth adorned the tips of the metal, wafting lightly. A silver subligar covered her midsection, completely naked thighs running all the way down to her golden sandals. Large sleek silver bracers protected her forearms and on her head she wore a silver tiara. Hooked about her waist was a golden belt that housed a round blue shield and a sword with a golden ruby crusted hilt. It lay sheathed inside a golden scabbard that was almost long enough to reach the floor. The perfectly round shield had the logo of golden wings in the dark blue center. "When it comes to men, Tara, you will find yourself to be much better off avoiding being involved with them," the newcomer interjected. "Jaina!" Ultragirl jumped to attention as she rigidly sat up in her chair. "I don't know," Thrasher grinned, putting a fist to her chin as she crossed her legs and sat back," Maybe you girls would have a different point of view if you both just got out more." Jaina looked down at Thrasher, giving her a serious look. "And maybe you should all be paying attention to the monitors instead of talking about ridiculous subjects," Jaina spoke nonchalantly. Both girls instantly whirled their chairs around to glance at the screens, while Recharge craned his neck away from Warmaiden's cleavage. A bulletin was flashing on the Metrotown news. The gray haired mustached reporter was talking to Chief Barkley, who was angrily yelling about robots trashing the Park Central Mall. "Awesome! Robots!" Ultragirl jolted up from out of her chair, clenching her fists excitedly," I can easily smash them!" "Are you sure you're not an overly eager teenager?" Thrasher asked. "You are staying here," Jaina calmly informed Ultragirl. "What?! Why?!" Ultragirl furiously spun her waist to crane her neck back towards Jaina. "Because you are still on monitor duty. Thrasher and Recharge will go to the scene. You will be accessing the situation in case they need backup," ordered Jaina. Ultragirl grumbled something unintelligible under her breath. She looked at both Thrasher and Recharge for support but their faces told her that they would give no argument. A feeling of deep desire to join in seeped into her as she watched her friends quickly hurry past Warmaiden, toward an adventure she desperately wanted to go on. "Fire Beetle is already heading toward the scene," Jaina called after them, not once allowing her gaze to fall off Ultragirl," make sure you meet up with him." They both shouted a 'yes ma'am' as they rounded around into the hallway. Ultragirl watched the entrance eagerly, wishing for nothing more but to be going with them. But as she became aware of the taller woman that was still presiding over her, she shifted her gaze to chance a look at her face. Very stern looking eyes came down to meet her. Ultragirl knew she was about to be lectured. Again. She was so tired of it. So very tired of it all. As she sank her gaze to the shiny aluminum floor, a hand came to rest upon her shoulder. Eyes one again traveled upwards and she found that Jaina's expression had grown softer. "It does not matter how many years you have spent living on this planet, Tara," the older woman gently worded," The fact is that you are still very much a young woman that your father and I very much wish to protect." "I. I know," Tara responded softly.